When the workers out there take their wild cats out of
the cage and march on street with angry banners and
piss-in-the-wind demands…. I lock the cat-cage, burn my
banner and come back to me, the only place where
demands are met, and their solutions found.
When the world out there is flapping, I go inside and I
tighten my own game.
When the lazy and the lost sit on their ar** at home
when they could be working, when they could be
experiencing the joy of creation and an earned wage and
the country buckles and staggers because they do not….
I stop being a voyeur of their sin, and instead add
hours of labour to my own day, create more this week
than last, and plan more for next week than this.